Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 861: Chapter 861: The Wedding Must Be Postponed

So handsome!

She had seen this man on TV interviews before and already found him very handsome, more so than many male celebrities!

Today, seeing him in person, she realized it was not that he was handsomer than many male stars, but that he was handsomer than all of them!

That kind of handsome was not just about good looks.

Beyond being attractive, he possessed an indescribable aristocratic demeanor, proud and overbearing, capable of drawing one into a vortex with just a glance.

She couldn’t help but breathe rapidly, her fingertips trembling with nervousness as she stuttered, “Young Master Lawrence, please wait, I, I will bandage you right away.”

...Was this woman’s tongue tied?

Baron Lawrence’s eyes narrowed with displeasure as he glanced at her.

The more he looked at her, the more nervous the nurse became, her hands shaking until she knocked over the bottle of alcohol.

Startled, she quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, sorry. Young Master Lawrence, I will take care of it immediately.”

Watching her fumble, Baron Lawrence’s suppressed impatience surged again, “No need!”

He forcefully snatched the bottle of alcohol from the nurse’s hand and poured it directly onto the open wound on the back of his hand without using a cotton swab…

Other people in the ward winced at the sight, but he seemed not to feel the pain at all, not even a twitch of the eyebrow, and with thin lips parted, he commanded, “Scott Harris, bandage this for me.”

“Yes, Lord,” Scott Harris replied.

Trained professionally as a housekeeper, Scott Harris had no trouble with such minor tasks as bandaging. He politely stepped in for the nurse and swiftly located gauze, iodine, and the like, quickly bandaging up the man. Throughout the process, Baron Lawrence remained silent.

“All set, Lord,” Scott Harris said after tying off the gauze, packed up the Medicine Box, stood up, and took a step back.

Baron Lawrence did not even glance at his bandaged left hand and instructed the nurse taking care of Giselle Lawrence, “Take good care of her!”

“Rest assured, Young Master Lawrence.”

This time, the nurse coaxed the little girl to lie down, and the girl no longer made a fuss and obediently settled down.

Baron Lawrence lightened his steps and left the ward.

Scott Harris followed him out.

Standing outside the ward, they could still hear the calming and peaceful voice of the nurse inside reading a storybook…

Baron Lawrence stood quietly at the door of the ward for a while, and Scott Harris, not daring to disturb him, stood quietly behind him. It was unclear how much time had passed, so much so that Scott Harris thought it would be an eternity, when the motionless man suddenly spoke up, “I remember there are blood specialists in Country T?”

Country T?

“According to the information Ms. Clark gave the doctor, it seems indeed that there is a wealth of experts in that field in Country T.” This was related to Country T being an Oil country where oil extraction can lead to blood diseases, hence their technology in this field is much more advanced than in other countries.

Baron Lawrence’s lips pressed together fiercely, as if making a difficult decision.

After a long pause, he suddenly said, “Arrange a flight to Country T. We leave in three hours with Gigi!”

“Lord?” Scott Harris exclaimed in surprise, “Now? But…”

He wanted to ask about the wedding.

The wedding was in four days, and if they flew to Country T now for the little Miss’s treatment, they would surely miss it.

As if he knew what Scott Harris was about to say, the proud man’s jaw tightened, his features becoming even sharper, “Also, have the Public relations department announce the wedding is postponed!”

Every word seemed to be squeezed through clenched teeth, especially the words “wedding postponed,” each one as if it cost him a great deal of effort…